Xiao Rong always thought that Mr. Chen's family was rich, but it was nothing compared to these people, a house was the size of a school, a circular garden in front of it, and a fountain in it, and the courtyard was full of unknown landscape trees, flowers, and stone carvings. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info and there are several cars parked in the yard, which is more magnificent than Mr. Chen's car, this building has three floors, and there are several small buildings behind, plus the scenery here is also very good, leaning on Sheshan, it is very suitable for an elderly person like Mr. Ye to live.

Yan Buwen nodded, followed Mr. Ye to the second floor, the old man surnamed Ye opened a magnificent door, there were several classical bookshelves in it, and in the distance was a floor-to-ceiling window, the curtains had been opened, and you could see the green mountains not far away. The desk of the old man surnamed Ye is next to the window, and there are several calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall.

Yan Buwen looked at a painting on it and said in surprise: "This is a painting made by Mr. Qi Baishi?" ”

The old man surnamed Ye said with a smile: "Little brother has a vision, this flower and bird painting is made by Mr. Qi Baishi, or more than ten years ago when he came to Shanghai to sell paintings for a living, I asked him to paint, I thought it was good, just hung here, I didn't expect that over the years, he has become more and more famous, but I feel that my place is not worthy of his painting." ”

In addition to painting, there are a few brush words, what "self-cultivation", "heaven rewards diligence", these words are written by Mr. Ye, the sky is powerful, the force through the back of the paper, this is the style of a calligrapher.

In addition, the calligraphy of Tan Yanmin, Hu Hanmin, Wu Zhihui, and Yu Youren, the four major calligraphers of the Republic of China, is also ranked above, and Mr. Ye either has a high status or high qualifications. It's not unusual to be able to get so many authentic works of famous artists.

There is also a poem written by Mr. Ye: "Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, thousands of paths and people disappear, lonely boats, fishing alone in the cold river and snow." Yan Buwen couldn't extricate himself from this word for a long time, and his calligraphy was indeed a little less domineering than this old gentleman. My own calligraphy is a bit restrained. And this old gentleman's calligraphy has a tension, expanding outward, domineering and exposed. It really can't be compared. But this is also a helpless move, because when it comes to junior and senior high school calligraphy competitions, it is better to be more restrained, so that the reviewer will feel that this child is humble and easy to score high. On the contrary, this kind of domineering words make those commentators very disdainful, thinking that you are provoking.

But Mr. Ye didn't have this concern at all, so what he wrote was calligraphy.

Yan Buwen was shocked, and stared at the poem carefully. This painting is also the proud work of the old man surnamed Ye, so he hurriedly rang the bell to let the servants outside come in, and then asked people to take down the painting and look at it slowly.

Yan Buwen said: "Victory is not arrogant, the strength is just right, Mr. Ye can't practice this word for decades." ”

Mr. Ye said with a smile: "Or the little brother will write a few words?" ”

Yan Buwen saw that Mr. Ye invited him like this, so he didn't refuse.

Mr. Ye asked: "I don't know what kind of brush the little brother likes to use to create, I have Xuan pen, lake pen, soft, hard, and both, there are wolf hair, sheep hair, purple hair, sheep wolf and wolf, sheep purple and hair." ”

Yan Buwen saw that there were a lot of brushes in Mr. Ye's exhibition cabinet, and according to his introduction, Yan Buwen also knew a little, but Yan Buwen wrote calligraphy with a hard pen, and the level of using brushes dropped a lot, but Mr. Ye said this, and he couldn't let him be disappointed. Xuanbi is the brush of Xuancheng, Anhui, and the lake pen is the brush of Huzhou. The pen has four virtues: pointed, Qi, round, and Jian, and Yan Buwen chose a more moderate one, that is, the wolf hair in Mr. Ye's mouth.

After choosing, a piece of paper was spread, Xiao Rong was about to go over to grind ink for Yan Buwen, but Mr. Ye hurriedly stopped: "I'll come." ”

Mr. Ye said: "There are also requirements for grinding ink, it must be correct, the heart is right, and the ink should not be too hasty or too slow, otherwise the ink will either float or foam." ”

Xiao Rong muttered: "This old gentleman is really exquisite. ”

Mr. Ye grinded the ink apart, then slid it evenly, and wrote it on the paper.

Xiao Rong and Ruan Lingyu walked to Yan Buwen's side and watched Yan Buwen write slowly. Mr. Ye said: "Words are like people, this is not unreasonable, just now I saw the words of the little brother, dignified and atmospheric, more elegant than Mr. Xiang's thin gold body, which is very much in line with my heart." And Mr. Xiang's style of doing things is not to my liking, otherwise I could have discussed some calligraphy with him. ”

Mr. Ye smiled, and then the two little girls looked at Mr. Ye.

Mr. Ye continued: "Little Brother Kang approached me before and asked me to be fair, and I agreed when I had nothing to do. It turned out that the two writers wanted to have a discussion, and I didn't understand the market here, but it can be seen from this incident that Mr. Xiang seems to be a little arrogant. Little brother, please don't care. ”

Mr. Ye nodded, Kang Yang originally told him about this matter, it was nothing more than some grievances in the rivers and lakes, and it was too childish for Mr. Xiang to come up with such a method. But Mr. Ye doesn't care much about other people's affairs, he just needs to do his part. Compared with Mr. Xiang, Yan Buwen's performance of this little brother made Mr. Ye's eyes shine.

is not arrogant or impatient, humble and polite, no wonder there are achievements, and they are destined.

Xiao Rong said: "That's true, the arrogant one is like a rooster with his head held high." ”

Ruan Lingyu smiled: "Your description is quite vivid." ”

Xiao Rong said: "It was originally so." ”

"Sir, do you have no one else in your family besides you?" Xiao Rong asked, such a large mansion, there are less than ten people in total, it is too deserted.

Mr. Ye said: "There have always been so many people, and occasionally my nephews and nieces will come to see me. ”

"When you're okay in the future, you can go to our place to play." Xiao Rong invited.

Mr. Ye smiled: "It's an honor." ”

"When you have time, come and sit with me." Mr. Ye said.

Xiao Rong and Ruan Lingyu nodded, and at this time, Yan Buwen had already finished writing, it was a song by Li Bai "Wanglu Mountain Waterfall".

"The flying stream is straight down 3,000 feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days!" Yan Buwen finished writing, he didn't write calligraphy for a long time, the technique was a little rusty, but it felt good, and the handwriting was not as strong as Mr. Ye's, so he couldn't show the spirit of Li Bai's poem. But there's also a different kind of mood. Li Bai's poem says that the flying stream goes straight down to 3,000 feet, and Yan Buwen's pen power can reach 2,500 feet, which is not an insult to Li Bai's poem.

Mr. Ye looked at Yan Buwen's words and said with a smile: "Okay, it turns out that the little brother's brush writing is also good, so give me this writing to treasure." ”

Yan Buwen said: "Honored." ”